At noon, Mo Zhicheng came back dragging his tired body.
He was correcting homework at school just now, and he didn't come back until he clocked in after school. Now the subject team requires too much homework, and their teacher seems to have endless homework to correct.
When Liang Ping saw Mo Zhicheng coming back, she hurriedly got him slippers and asked him to wash his hands and get ready to eat.
When Mo Zhicheng sat at the small dining table, Liang Ping served him another delicious soup. Cantonese people like a bowl of soup before a meal and a bowl of soup after a meal.
"Mom, I can do it myself. You hurry up and eat." Mo Zhicheng was too embarrassed to let his mother do it for him.
"It's okay, you can eat quickly and go to rest." Liang Ping continued to pamper her son.
Yang Yujuan couldn't stand it any longer. After finishing her meal, she packed up her dishes and went back to her room.
The eldest daughter Mo Yu has finished her meal and is reading in her room.
When Liang Ping saw that Yang Yujuan was not here, she whispered: "Zhicheng, just now her brother called again and asked for money. Your wife gave him five hundred yuan."
"Oh." Mo Zhicheng responded.
Seeing that Mo Zhicheng had no expression at all, Liang Ping said angrily: "Can't you tell your wife? She has your salary card and you don't know how much money she gives to her family. Then we will be sent to you."
After all the money was given to the family, you cried until there were no tears left."
Mo Zhicheng still responded and continued eating.
Mo Zhicheng had just finished eating when there was a knock on the door. "Is Teacher Zhicheng at home?" The voice was deliberately disguised as a cute one, and Mo Zhicheng knew it was Li Huabing who lived on the third floor.
Li Huabing opened a training institution called Gifted Education not far outside, and many children in the apartment went to her to take extra classes.
Mo Zhicheng stood up and when he wanted to open the door, Liang Ping whispered vigilantly: "You have to be careful about her, she just got divorced not long ago."
Yang Yujuan was sitting in the small living room and couldn't help but laugh and cry when she heard Liang Ping's words.
"Mom, where did you think you were? Someone came to see me. Something must have happened." Mo Zhicheng went to open the door.
A woman in her thirties, wearing a tight black T-shirt and a white skirt, stood in front of the door. "Teacher Zhicheng, I'm sorry, you have to rest at this time, and I come to disturb you."
Liang Ping from behind muttered: "I know it's embarrassing, but I still come here to bother you."
Mo Zhicheng asked: "What's the matter?"
"It's like this. You teach Chinese in school and are a class teacher. You have taught in No. 9 Primary School for so many years. Can you help me introduce some students to come to my training institution to make up lessons?" Li Huabing said the purpose of coming here, "One student per subject."
Your labor fee of two hundred yuan will be six hundred yuan for three subjects."
Liang Ping, who was nagging just now, suddenly stopped and her eyes lit up: This idea seems to be okay. Anyway, there is no need for her son to make up classes, and the relevant departments will not be able to catch him.
But Yang Yujuan in the living room shook her head secretly. She knew Mo Zhicheng and knew that the other party would not do such a thing.
Sure enough, Mo Zhicheng shook his head and said: "Boss Li, I can't do this. Students have the freedom to make up classes wherever they want, and I can't interfere."
"What are you afraid of? Many teachers in your school have cooperated with me and made a lot of money. If you don't set up your own classes to make up classes, you can also come to my training institution to take classes. A class costs two hundred yuan, allowing you to earn
Big money." Li Huabing deliberately puffed up his chest.
But when she saw Yang Yujuan inside, she suddenly returned to her original state. In the apartment, Yang Yujuan was the most beautiful woman, and she ranked second.
However, Yang Yujuan doesn't like to deal with others and is not as popular as she is.
Liang Ping's eyes lit up again. Just when she was about to persuade Mo Zhicheng, he said: "The school stipulates that we teachers cannot work part-time outside. If found out, we will be punished."
Liang Ping stopped talking when she heard the word "punishment".
"Humph, you deserve to be poor." Li Huabing became angry when she saw that Mo Zhicheng refused to help her introduce students.
What teacher doesn't want to make money? There are many education and training institutions outside, and there is another one on her street. I guess Mo Zhicheng is in cahoots with other educational institutions, and he doesn't like her anymore.
When Yang Yujuan saw Li Huabing talking about their family like this, she immediately ran over from the living room and said angrily: "Li Huabing, how did you talk?"
"Yes, why does a woman who has been abandoned by a man come to my house and point fingers?" Liang Ping also came over.
Liang Ping's words touched Li Huabing's pain point, and she turned and left.
Facing these two somewhat "strong" women, Mo Zhicheng shook his head secretly and closed the door.
After Mo Yu finished eating, she went back to the small room to read. At this time, Liang Ping was sitting in the living room, not affecting her study.
At night, Mo Zhicheng was correcting his homework on the small table in the room. Because Yang Yujuan wanted to coax Mo Li to sleep, Mo Zhicheng used a small desk lamp.
Some teachers see that there are too many assignments and cannot change them, and sometimes ask parents to change some.
But Mo Zhicheng never asked parents to correct students' homework, he always did it himself.
He felt that if he did not correct the students' homework, he would not be able to understand the students' mastery of their studies and would not be able to teach students in accordance with their aptitude.
Because of this, he is very tired and usually does his homework until twelve o'clock.
In the early morning, after finishing correcting his homework, Mo Zhicheng stretched his waist and felt sleepy.
But when he looked back at the beautiful Yang Yujuan lying on the bed, he became interested again.
He glanced at the sleeping little daughter next to him, quietly sat on the edge of the bed, and reached into the quilt...
Not long after, Yang Yujuan woke up and asked: "It's so late, please go to bed quickly."
"We have nothing for a long time." Mo Zhicheng said pitifully.
Yang Yujuan did not refuse anymore. Mo Zhicheng hurriedly got into bed and pulled the quilt up...
Not long after, the quilt was pulled down, and Mo Zhicheng looked confused.
Liang Ping, who was standing behind, saw her son and the others in action. As she hurriedly walked out, she said awkwardly: "I was afraid that you didn't cover yourself with quilts, so I came in to take a look."
Yang Yujuan pushed Mo Zhicheng away angrily and cursed: "Why didn't you close the door?"
Liang Ping often entered their room when they were sleeping, and Yang Yujuan was very disgusted.
She still remembered that on their wedding night, Liang Ping entered their room and startled them, making them very embarrassed at the time.
Later, Yang Yujuan told Mo Zhicheng to close the store at the critical moment.
"I was in a hurry just now." Mo Zhicheng hurriedly got up and closed the door. The window in the room was small, so when there was nothing special, he kept the door open to allow the air to circulate easily.
When Mo Zhicheng returned to bed and wanted to continue, Yang Yujuan turned around and said, "Don't disturb my sleep."
Mo Zhicheng had no choice but to grimace and put on another quilt to sleep.
Before the morning sun came out, Xiangyang Apartment was already bustling with activity.
In fact, Xiangyang Apartment is surrounded by high-rise commercial buildings, and the lighting is not good, so the sunlight does not shine into the apartment much.
The school requires students to come to school at 7:30 to do morning exercises, eat breakfast and read early, so parents should wake up their children around 6:50, get dressed and wash before going to school.
Mo Zhicheng went downstairs and saw his neighbor Lin Shanfeng yawning and walking over with two children who were studying in No. 9 Primary School.
"Teacher Mo, what's going on in your school? Isn't it stipulated that students can't attend class after 8 o'clock?" Lin Shanfeng asked.
He runs a fast food restaurant across the street, and usually doesn't open the store until ten in the morning. It's really tiring for him to get up and send his children off at this hour.
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